Deadbeatheart• Show poetry

To anyone wondering i used to be called Pig Penance. many of you may remember me but a lot of you will not..to all of those people who do remember me i am sorry for loosing touch i really am but some shit went down and i was away for a while....no mot prison, somewhere far far worse...ENGLAND....haha if anyone who knew me as PIg Penance would like to get in touch please do because i have lost a lot of friends in those months that i was away and would acctually like to get them back....please

now continue with what you are doing.

wow a whole page on me. umm ok. i enjoy reading and writing, definately enjoy listening to music. i used to play bass guitar in a band. we were called Within a Breath. i don't think a lot of my poems are any good as such but many of you seem to enjoy them. I'm not trying to make you feel sorry for me so that you will read my stuff, thats just the way i feel. i would like to thank xxUnforgivenxx for letting me in on the allpoetry idea with out her i wouldn't be letting you read my poetry. i used to have a fear of letting people read my poems but now it's not so bad i guess it was just a fear of being critisized for all the wrong reasons. what else,mmmmmm, my spelling and grammer sucks a whole lot but i think you get the general idea of what i am trying to say.

thanks for reading my poems and thanks for letting me be me. how soppy does that sound aarggghh, sorry to anybody who thought any different.

till next time
Ian

my AP family (hopefully includes all of you in a way but these ones are the specialististist to me)

AP FAMILY
Sister- musicangel16
Sister- Amaya2006

When Will The Forest Speak... ?

Why can I not sleep?
Why am I turning?
Why are all the trees burning?
Forest fires, crooked liars,
Why am I so sullen and drained?

In the bush, it's raining,
Lost man on his own,
Has anyone thought to save him?

The monkey is waiting in the tree
Counts to three
Hearing the sound of the fume-fuelled wagon
He leaps on the back...
Attack! Attack! Attack!
No old heathen, not today.

The rain falls upon the acidic trees of the millennium scorn
The fire has vanished, leaving behind a trail of death for all to see.
The birds & the trees, then you & me
Lay twitching on the forest floor.
The yeti is waiting for us to take us into his home,
Care for us just like one of his own.

Wild bones!
Wild bones!

Wait! The yeti no longer has a home
The trees are gone & nothing has grown.
A table, a chair, an internet nightmare,
When will the forest speak?
When all is dried up and way too weak?

Wait for nightfall, it's so beautiful out here.
Up high in a wave of oxygen love I sit,
Up high on this glorified cement postcard I spit.
I spit, I spit upon thee.

Wait for your red skies,
Wait for the red skies,
Do you know how it feels to be alive?
Let me know, let me know how you feel...
When will the forest speak?
When the trees are dried up and way too weak?

Wasting a life on calculations,
Not enough money for operations,
Waste of life, statistics, plastic soldiers
Sound of sticks rubbing together.
All the people gather.

Wait for the man, he must have a plan,
Show me and make me a smile I can wear.
Me & you we can make up too,
No use for hate if you're wearing my shoes.

Be happy, be sad, be a wild rotten lamb,
Don't bother me now, I'm drenched to the bone.

A sound of a truck and an axe and a fall
Of a tree and a life and a planet so small
Sick to the bone of your dour heart of stone.
Let me know how you feel...

You say it's too hot so you can take off your top
A clank of a slot machine, coins bled unclean.

A beaten old lizard staggers over the road,
A hand and a heart, the lake in the park,
The candle won't light and the fire won't spark.

I'm worn and I'm torn but I still carry on.
The money is angry, the money has taken the...

Watching mayhem leaping from truck to truck,
This is where he rejoins his friends.
They feast, they drink, they talk about
How things used to be...

I still can't sleep.
I still can't sleep.
I still can't sleep.

A million minds and a million voices
A million thoughts, and only one choice.
The need to find peace.